Vampires

Strangers in a dark room

Laughing at jokes they didn't quite hear

Frosted window panes and cheap champagne

A face appears

And anything could happen in these cathedrals we roam

Where shadow people dance

And trade their glance

And walk home alone

Staring out the window

Of the Roosevelt Hotel

Watching Midtown empty out

And I kiss her farewell

They say we come from nothing

And to nothing we'll return

And in between is gravity

And bridges left to burn